Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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A PROPHECY.
When shall Man Brother be to Man, the BrandInglorious rust, or haply be but scanned
With curious Eye — a Token of those Days,
When the Sword reaped a Harvest of more Praise
Than Pen tho' wielded by a Milton's Hand,
And flashing sublime Lightnings o'er the Land?
The Dust of many Ages on his Wing
Must Time first gather, ere to Hope he bring
This rich Fulfillment—Men must first be taught
By what Means all enduring Things are wrought:
That Conquests of the Sword are palpable,
And, like the Hand that wields it, pass away!
That those of Mind alone enduring dwell,
Like the Soul whence they sprang, a Good for aye!
And they must learn too, that the beating Heart
Of human Love is still Man's noblest Part;
And that to God the Offering most dear,
Is of that Love, one little, heartfelt Tear!
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